Teacher tries to look away
But still the charm abides
The contrapuntal screws have set
Like stars bolt sky to ocean

We stand outside the shaking house
Watch for it to fall
While Nina picks the two parts out
Hammers hit, strings sparkle

(audio here)7. Easter Egg Hunting
Easter Egg Hunting
In the half-melt snow with boots on
In the green, brown, and blue, the colors peek through
The white snow makes them glow

And I know it's no rabbit
Last year I found one in May
Speckled and resting on a leaf pile
Left unhid and undyed

That egg never hatched, no no
I put it in your garden
But I saw a speckled bird today
And I guess that speckled birds lay speckled eggs in May

Easter Egg Hunting

(audio here)8. I Watched a Grey Doggie
I watched a grey doggie on the rockslide out back
of the cabin yesterday when you wanted to pack
It was still as the sculptures you make when we're home
It whistled and whimpered like it was left alone

Oh Father the wind sounded like someone sighing
Why oh why why-o was that coyote crying

That grey doggie turned its nose to the dust
coming over the ridge, where you taught me to trust
It followed the path that you told me you made
It paced and it pawed like it felt afraid

Oh Father the shadows stretched out like people falling
Who oh who who-o was that coyote calling

Booo-yip! Booo-yip! Booo...

That doggie layed down sillouhetted in blue
on the spot where you told me what little you knew
It faded to darkness scattered with stars
It sparkled and sputtered like it came from afar

Oh Father the moon rose up like people hoping
Where oh where where-o is that coyote loping
And why oh why why-o is that coyote crying

(audio here)11. (traffic cameras)(audio here)12. Turn of the World
"Do not disturb my circles"
the sand-reckoner commands
as the sword comes down,
who was cutting up grains
to watch rearrange
into a square.

Oh
I feel
the turn of the world

"The great god Pan is dead"
a sea-spray voice shouts out
as the ship sails on.
Yet the oracle trusts
in her travertine crusted
three-legged chair.

Oh
I feel
the turn of the world

"The paradox is the passion of thought"
the leaflet-man cries out
through the murmuring crowd.
If we could just read him
we'd see back to Eden
in his apple-seed stare.